Ballet on Blades

Ch. 26

Alois POV

I woke up in my bed in yesterday's clothes at 4:30am, one hour before I was supposed to get up. I tried to go back to sleep for what felt like forever, but turns out to have been 5 minutes. With groan, I got up and shuffled down the stairs to the kitchen to make myself some breakfast. Once I was there, I got my phone and plugged in my earbuds to listen to music. Yurio and Otabek were probably still sleeping, and won't be up for another hour. I opened the cupboards, looking for something to make. There was box of pancake mix, and we had eggs and milk, so I started to make pancakes. Since I have absolutely no cooking skills, most of them turned out slightly burnt and the kitchen was  rapidly filling with smoke from the butter in the pan. Although, I used the smoke to my advantage, pretending I was on stage singing into a microphone (I.e. A spatula). I had the music so loud in my ears that I didn't even notice when Yurio and Otabek walked in, until I turned around and froze, spatula raised to my mouth. I felt my face heat up. Yurio said something, but I couldn't hear him over the music. I quickly put down the spatula, paused the music and took out my earbuds. "We could hear the music you know." Yurio said. "You have it so loud we could hear it from over here." They were standing at the other side of the kitchen. "Oh... Sorry?" I said.

"It's okay. Nice dance routine by the way." Otabek said with a grin.

I smiled and took a bow. "Thank you." I said, blowing kisses to invisible fans.

"You made breakfast?" Yurio asked, walking past me to the pancakes. When I nodded, he picked one up and began to eat. Otabek did the same, and so did I. Once we finished, we got ready, and left to go to the rink for practice. 

The next day was the same, except for the fact that I didn't make burnt pancakes, I just made cereal. We practiced almost all day, then we went to home to get some rest for the competition tomorrow. The short program was tomorrow. My theme this year was myself, but not in a self centred snobby (coughcoughJJcoughcough) way. I meant it like who I am. The only problem is, Viktor insisted on choosing the song for my short program, and I can't change it now. I quickly put on my costume, which was a red dress, that went just above my knees. From the waist up there were golden swirls. The spaghetti straps made a crisscrossing sequence on my back. I tied my hair into a simple pony tail, and put on my 'Russia' jacket. Yurio and Otabek were dressed nicer than usual, and so were Viktor and Yuuri when they came to pick us up. Apparently Viktor ordered a limo. When we were inside, Yuuri handed me a pair of red rimmed sunglasses. "So no one recognizes you. It was Viktor's idea." He said, almost apologetically. Viktor looked proud of himself. He was always to over the top, I wondered how Yuuri put up with him. I guess that's what happens when you really love someone. We arrived at the rink. I put on the sunglasses and exited the limo. We made our way to the ice so I could warm up. When warm up was over, we went to the waiting room until it was my turn. I was going last. The score I had to beat was set by someone named Sala, she scored 93.52. I got on to the ice, and skated my routine almost flawlessly. I messed up on one jump, and almost fell. Surely I'd get points taken away. I sat on the bench and awaited my score. Yurio sat on my left, and Yuuri on my right. Viktor and Otabek stood behind us. "Alois Plisetsky: 93.53" the announcer said. My heart stopped for a second then started beating a thousand miles per hour. Everyone congratulated me, but I couldn't believe it. The one who must've been Sala walked up to me. "Great job, newbie." She said sweetly. "You're fourteen, right? The one who they let in early?"

"Y-yeah. Thanks. You were great too, I don't know how I beat you." I said.

"I know how. You moved to gracefully, I was a bit stiff today. I'll get you next time." She joked. I laughed nervously. She looked like she wanted to say more, but someone who must've been her brother came up to congratulate her. As I was leaving, there was an all to familiar voice beside me. "Great job out there, Alois." It said. I stopped walking and turned to where the voice came from. There was a boy, a little older than me, with dark hair and dark eyes. "What're you doing here?" I asked.

"I came to watch you." He said with a smile.

"I will smack that stupid smile off your face if you ever talk to me again." I said. And with that, I turned on my heel and walked away, Yuuri, Viktor, Otabek and Yurio close behind me.

A/N~~ Sorry this was a short chapter, I'll try to make them longer in the future!